Dzhan
I am shaking all over. From excitement, from restraining myself, from how much I need her to let me stay. It’s like my whole life I waited for this moment - to be here, on my knees in front of her, her delicate hands in my hair, her lips claiming my mouth for herself, as it should be because every part of me belongs to this woman. Every damn part.
“Dzhan, the door,” she whispers between kisses, her eyes straining to the damn thing, but I shake my head at her.
“Leave it,” I half say, half growl, not giving the slightest damn whether someone comes to find us out or not. Probably not as I did lock the door on my way in.
Del stares at me, eyes wide.
“Dzhan…”
“I will protect you, Del,” I reassure her, hating how strained my voice comes out of my lips again, the f*ucked up reminder I
